Brooke laughed, her face brightening as one of her tell tale smiles that was so utterly BK tugged at her lips. "You sound like an old man Joey." She chuckled, sticking her tongue out at him before winking. She sunk farther into her chair, heart feeling lighter than before. It was then she knew what she would remember about her time in Springfield. Times like this. Those easy, carefree moments when she was with someone she cared about so much, even if it was laughing in her beaten up truck. The thought made her smile just a tad bit wider.
"Here we are." She said, parking her truck off to the side, in a patch of dirt underneath a large willow tree. Her family's home was a relatively large country house, complete with two acres of land behind it, all wild fields and forest. While they didn't harvest crops, they had a couple chickens, two cows, and a horse. The horse's name was Buck and he technically belonged to BK's father, but the stallion had taken such a liking to Brooke that he was more hers than anyone else's. She loved him back so it was all fine. Often, you could see her riding Buck on the family acres, the pierced, highlighted goth girl on the sturdy horse. It was a fanatical sight it was.
"Welcome back!" Her mother called, hurrying out of the house, frying pan in hand, sizzling with something that smelled delicious. Her young face crinkled in delight as she noticed that Joey was with Brooke. "Oh good dear you came for a visit! The cookie jar has been so full without you." She said, smiling widely. "Come, I just made a fresh batch!"
Brooke rolled her chocolate-colored eyes and turned off the engine, jumping out of the truck and shivering again at the cold autumn wind.